Horse Racing Is Really Much More Intimidating

A Reader's Tastes Are Peculiar. Choosing Books To Read Is Like Making Your Way Down A Remote And Winding Path. Your Stops On That Path Are Always Idiosyncratic. One Book Leads To Another And Another The Way One Thought Leads To Another And Another. My Type Of Reader Is The Sort Who Burrows Through The Stacks In The Bookstore Or The Library (or The Web Site — Stacks Are Stacks), Yielding To Impulse And Instinct.

There Is Something I Have Noticed About Desire, That It Opens The Eyes And Strikes Them Blind At The Same Time.

A Bookstore Is One Of The Few Places Where All The Cantankerous, Conflicting, Alluring Voices Of The World Co-exist In Peace And Order And The Avid Reader Is As Free As A Person Can Possibly Be, Because She Is Free To Choose Among Them.

I Have Reared, Or Helped To Rear, Five Children And The Scariest Bit, Bar None, Is The Learning To Drive Part. It Has Filled Me With Anxiety Not Only About The Children, But Also About My Former Self And My Friends.

I Loved The House The Way You Would Any New House, Because It Is Populated By Your Future, The Family Of Children Who Will Fill It With Noise Or Chaos And Satisfying Busy Pleasures.